In the quiet dawn, his footsteps start,
A journey marked by wisdom and grace,
Through fields of dreams and trials apart,
He carves his path in time and space.

With eyes that see beyond the days,
He lifts the weary with gentle hands,
His voice, a balm, a guiding phrase,
Inspire courage across the lands.

His heart, a lantern in the night,
A flame that warms the coldest soul,
Through storm and calm, a steadfast light,
Guiding us toward a brighter goal.

And when the stars claim him at last,
His legacy, a river flows,
In every heart, his wisdom cast,
A garden where his kindness grows.